Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nuttin' Personal

Kill kill

How many killas you got on your mother fuckin pay roll
Snoop Dogg, C-Murder, and the Shocker
No (biatch)

Nigga I'ma rida
Ride G's
And ship keys seas by the three's
an eye on my enemies
Snoop and
In da of the Lac
that AK
In da tint, with a infer-red
fucker gonna die tonight
That's why I smoke weed, get tonight
I'ma No Limit soldier
With TRU in blood
I went to for years, for movin, burnin da drugs
murda, kill kill
If you put me in
I trippin noo
No niggaz no strangers
I'ma tank till im history
Making playa hatas a mother fucking memory
So throw'em up if you a
And Snoop Dogg pass tha mother dolja
I know you mother fucking me
C-murder aint gonna die, till a nigga kill me

x2]


Ain't personal tru
See it's all about


Im never got
Keep my heat on the

Now, how many you know that can fuck around
And die and come
They get hooked up with the number one rap
And rap, like
Shit I can't be
But I'm playa hated
And I been
And I thank god I finally made it
Fated niggas, just to get one back
Remember im that young
That put rap on the map
Never craps, only duices
Mix that moet, white star, with orange juices
I out with real niggas
Like Silkk and
TRU niggas, do
Like you
ass, lower class
Never to blast
And im so serious my hustlin
to have my cash
Can you if I was broke
Shit I wouldn't be no raps
Id my strap, running up in your door
Takin all your and your gold and your cars
big snoop Dogg, Aint no mother fucking rap star
See ima gangsta(gangsta) and you a notch(you a notch)
And you a sucka(bitch ass nigga), and I
Im in my army fatigue
Blowing on green
In the navigator, and the heat for them playa hatas

x2]

[Silkk the
Now at murda, murda, murda
And kill, kill, kill
This real
strapped and capped, to get pealed
And mama told me
If you aint to ride with god
to die with god
You no mother fucking soldier
No limit datted on my and my stomach
'cause ima mother fool
Uhhh, me love
'cause when I music with thugs, I make moves
Well im out hard
I was coming out
this guy named van
I the pain
Look coming out stars
See now me, C, and in da coupe
In da house thinking about
I niggas
Rap shit bad, I blast'em, So I ask'em, I shoot
a young nigga bout raising hell and makin mail
If you a
I told you I was making this on bail (that's cool)
Back up nigga, cant flame shit like drugs
And see ima nigga, im gonna like a nigga
Bang that shit like it was and bloods
Now deal nigga
Strapped up in my
Cant hold me
even trip my nigga Snoop
If you a now
Do what ya bitch
For this tank
I stay and work
And I got No scattered on my fucking forehead
That's why I do so dirt